nothing more to grief just the illusion of the summer moon in the sky
Tag: monostich
night bleeds slowly making way for day to reign
how innocent the incense until it chokes the life out of you
waking the flesh even night is amused by the tardiness of day
summer’s spine as a whip crack it lightly and feel
the dreams we choose to live just another trouble of mass subversion
sometimes the need for progeny overrides common sense
holding the lamplight in this conversation between mynahs
thin ice whispers thread lightly across lips
insinuate this bag of skin enough and the rest will fall in place
elancharan gunasekaran 